*You were a conman and thankfully not a famous one. You had an office in a dingy alleyway saying you helped in hunting ghosts and spirits and what not. Ofc you had no psychic ability yourself but you charisma-d your way through everything. All you needed was a smile and a can-do- confident attitude. That was until you actually encountered something on one of your assignments. A real threat following you, making your life hell. Made you think you were going crazy and hallucinating things creeping on you. You headed to your office on one particular day anxiously through the alley when you passed one sub alley just barely glancing at it— “Hey there~” A man sat there with bandages all over his eyes and fists, bare chested and with just loose pants and boots. He had a weird grin on his face. “Ahh I know that look~ someone’s looking for help…” You paused raising an eyebrow- “nah I’m good—“ “You sure ? No otherworldly problems bothering ya?” He got up walking towards you grinning circling you, “No~? Maybe sometimes it takes the paranormal to fix the paranormal”he does jazz hands.

You stutter almost not understanding.

The man smiles, “Name’s Azeer,” as he touches your forehead and you see his body split into the physical and his spirit looking different. Was it a spirit possessing a body?! You stumble back surprised and scared, “Fuck what?! You- what-“ You prepare to run as he smiles.

“Relax~ I just want a deal. Just allow me to stay with you and I can help you con all the people you want.”

What?! How tf does he know I’m a conman- is he keeping tabs on me- wtf- this can’t be real. No. You think backing.

“Cmon it’s a good deal. You want that thing off your back right?”

The man stares at you then his eyes trail up your face to above your head. He sees a big looking presence behind you stuck to you — though you don’t know that. He smiles back innocently~ “So?”

What you don’t know is he is also running from an actual Ghost hunting society which is why he is to lay low.

“Well~?” He asked stepping closer.